"This angle highlights your purity, see? The slightly unconscious model is often the most open and honest. No vanity or posing just...pure expression."
You were dazed lying on the ground with your hands tied, while Mr. Jefferson takes pictures of you.
'What? Where? The Dark Room...'
Jefferson moves your leg. "Oh Christ... Look at that perfect face." You attempts to move your head, and Jefferson smacks you back into position.
"Hold that stare there! Stay still!" He yells. Jefferson continues to take pictures. You whimpers and tries to move. "Oh, (Y/n)! You ******* up my shot!" He then tones down. "But please don't worry, we have all the time in the world. For now. I knew you were special the second I saw your first..."selfie". Yes, I still hate that word. But I love the purity of your own image. Not like Rachel, who was always looking in the wrong places. Poor Rachel. Wait... Let me try this angle."
Jefferson steps over you and continues to take pictures. You then try to move a little. " Don't move!" Jefferson positions your shoulder. "Oh, much better... Thanks, (Y/n). If only Nathan could see this setup. He tried so hard, but you can't just throw a few subjects around and expect a cohesive style or theme. But he had an eye for shadows. And an eye for a whole lot more, as his elite family will find out...along with Arcadia Bay."
Jefferson positions your head. "Nice... Good... Oh, those eyes..." Jefferson positions your shoulder again.
"V....Vi..." You whimpered.
"Vi, right. I didn't get a chance to get rid of Vander's prodigy. I'm sorry I almost killed—that Nathan killed her in self-defense. But she had a troubled history like most Arcadia Bay dropouts. Nobody will be surprised...or care. Though I promise...people will care when you die tonight, Max. I wasn't lying when I said you have a gift." Jefferson crouches to take photos.
"Okay... Now, this looks good. Maybe a few more close-ups..." You moves your head, and Jefferson stands up again. "(Y/n), please do not move so much. I need you posed and framed my way! Maybe a new dose will calm you down...
"No, no... No..." You whimpes and struggles as Jefferson drags the trolley over.
Jefferson fills the syringe with drugs from a vial "Now don't move, or this will...hurt...much."
You kick the trolley away and the vials of drugs fall, one breaking and spilling liquid over a folder.
"Stupid bitch!" Jefferson shouts in rage. " You just don't listen, do you? In fact, you never did hear much in my class; if you had, you might have seen all this coming." He threatens.
Jefferson crouches down next to you, admiringly. "Goddamn, you are a fighter, though. I've had my eye on you, and I have noticed that you've been more...fearless this week than maybe your whole life."
"No..." You struggle and shakes your head, mumbling quietly.
"Remember my number one rule. Always...take...the shot." Jefferson injects the needle into you. You struggle and cries out, then goes limp as you falls unconscious.
{~With Vi~}
Vi was finally released from your room thanks to one of your smart brothers. She told them that you are in danger and then Max and Chloe started to worry for you after the heated argument, Max convince Chloe to call the police and David since she told the truth after she rewind time, but now things got worse and you endanger yourself to protect your friends and family.
Vi told them to find you and they know where you kept. It was the farm they found and Vi waste no time to take off and rive there.
Kyouwa saw this and go call for back up.
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In The Space Between (Vi x Reader) Modern AU
FanfictionNobody believes that you are truly innocent. The whole school thinks you stole money for the field trip. Everyone bullies you including Vi. You try to tell her it wasn't who did it but she just won't listen. And then the next thing you see broke y...
